Finally, there was only one person left in front of Little Cherry.
She had already found out how many flavors there were in sticky cakes, and she had already been made uncomfortable by the overflowing aroma.
"Jiu'er." Suddenly, she turned around and hugged Feng Jiu'er's neck, muttering a few words.
"That's it, it's the same for everyone."
Feng Jiuer remained silent, and the people in front of Little Cherry left with sticky cakes.
Little Cherry stood in front of the stall she was thinking about and coughed lightly.
"I want these three flavors, ten of each. My sister wants the other three flavors, ten of each. Thank you!"
"Okay." The shopkeeper nodded and started making cakes.
Little Cherry said nothing and didn't look back.
Everyone can buy thirty, but she only has thirty, so there's nothing wrong with her.
Finally, the two of them took thirty loaves each and came out of the crowd.
"Jian Yi, hold it for me." When Little Cherry saw Jian Yi, she strode over and gave him her twenty-nine cakes.
She held the remaining one in her hands, opened her mouth, and chewed it.
"Hot, hot, hot, but it's really... delicious."
Jianyi took the cake from Feng Jiuer's hand and asked softly: "What flavor do you want?"
"Anything is fine!" Feng Jiuer kicked her feet and took one out at will.
"Jiu'er, what does yours taste like? Is it delicious?" Little Cherry came over.
"Hongdou, where's yours?" Feng Jiuer looked at her with a smile.
"Pumpkin, it's so delicious!" Little Cherry finished one in twos. "Jianyi, I want some red bean flavor too."
The two ate the cake, got on the carriage, and continued moving forward.
Half an hour later, Jian Yi drove a carriage and took two little girls into a mansion.
This is Jiang Yuanwai’s home, Jiang Yuanwai, Fengjiang.
Fengjiang was stationed in Liuchuan City and managed the affairs of Liuchuan City, Yicheng and Yicheng.
Qiao Mu stayed behind to help this prince, whom not many people knew.
Feng Jiang did not call himself the prince. Everyone knew Jiang, but they did not know that his surname was Feng. They all thought his surname was Jiang.
The people guarding the mansion knew Jian Yi and opened the door directly to let them in.
The housekeeper saw it was Jian Yi and hurriedly chased after him.
"Is it Miss Jiu'er here? Mr. Jianyi, is it Miss Jiu'er here?"
"Yeah." Jianyi nodded lightly and got out of the carriage.
When he was about to open the curtain, Feng Jiuer was inside and opened the curtain.
"Uncle Fu." She called softly, holding on to the arm that Jianyi handed over, she got out of the carriage.
The carriage was a bit high, and when Little Cherry was about to hold something up, Jianyi had already turned around, leaving him with a back view.
She stared at Jian Yi's back, hummed, and said: "Jian Yi, come and get the sticky cake."
"Miss Jiu'er, why are you here?" Uncle Fu asked with a smile.
"I just happened to be in Ruchuan City, so I came over to take a look." Feng Jiuer responded.
Outside, they all call her Miss Jiu'er, and they only call her Princess in the Yewang Mansion.
"Okay, just come." Uncle Fu walked over with a smile, "Mr. Jianyi, I'll do it."
Jian Yi picked up the two big bags of sticky cakes indifferently, not intending to trouble others.
"Uncle Fu, just let him go. It's not heavy." Little Cherry looked back and looked towards the main hall ahead.
"Is Qiao Mu at home?"
"Here, there." Uncle Fu turned around, "Miss Qiao is here, Mr. Jiang is out."
"You came just in time. Miss Qiao has had a bad appetite these days and doesn't want to eat anything. Mr. Jiang is not here, so we are worried to death."
"Have a bad appetite?" Xiaoyingtao and Feng Jiuer looked at each other and spoke at the same time.
"Yes." Uncle Fu nodded and waved his hand, "Miss Jiu'er, Miss Little Cherry, Mr. Jianyi, please!"
Feng Jiuer and Little Cherry both looked away from each other. Their steps were not big, but they walked quickly.
"Jiu'er, it's not what I thought, is it?" Little Cherry asked.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Jiuer responded.
"Do you think Qiao Mu is pregnant? She has no appetite, just like me. It's almost impossible?" Little Cherry frowned.
"I don't know." Feng Jiuer shook her head.
The next moment, she raised the corner of her mouth and said, "I hope so."
There is another happy event in their family, right?
In the main hall, Qiao Mu was sitting on the main seat, dealing with letters.
The maid carried a tray through the door, even walking a little cautiously.
However, she was still disliked.
"What does it smell like?" Qiao Mu covered his nose, raised his eyes, and frowned.
"Take it out! I even said I wouldn't eat it."
"Miss Qiao, you haven't eaten anything for two days. If you continue like this, your body will definitely not be able to bear it." The maid stopped, but was unwilling to leave.
"Miss Qiao." She called softly and continued walking forward.
"You'd better eat some. You've lost weight. How distressed was Mr. Jiang when he came back?"
Qiao Mu raised his eyes and took a look.
"I look haggard?"
The maid took a deep breath and moved on: "It's a little bit. Doesn't Miss Qiao know that she has eaten too little in the past two days?"
Qiao Mu touched his face, then his belly, and waved.
"Send it over."
"Yes." The maid quickened her pace.
Unexpectedly, she was rejected before she even got close.
"What are you serving? It smells bad!" Qiao Mu stretched out his hand to signal the maid not to come closer.
She covered her nose with her other hand, and waved with her other hand.
"Take it out, I won't eat it!"
"Miss Qiao." The maid was in a dilemma.
"Take it out! I don't want to eat it!" As soon as Qiao Mu said this, he covered his mouth and stood up.
"Quick! Prepare... the basin, I... vomit..."
When Feng Jiuer's little cherry came in, Qiao Mu ran aside and vomited all over the floor.
"Miss Qiao." The maid put down the tray in her hand and ran over in a hurry.
Qiao Mu held the table next to him and vomited again.
"Miss Qiao." The maid stroked her back, "Miss Qiao, are you okay?"
"I'll send someone to call the doctor right now. Don't be afraid! It'll be fine."
When the maid raised her eyes, she saw Feng Jiu'er and Little Cherry, as if she had seen a savior.
"Miss Jiu'er, Miss Little Cherry, Miss Qiao is sick."
"Miss Qiao hasn't eaten much for two or three days. Just now..."
"Ugh..." Qiao Mu clutched the crossbar next to the table in discomfort.
The maid took out a square towel and wiped her face.
"Okay, it's okay." She comforted softly and helped Qiao Mu back.
Feng Jiuer and Xiao Yingtao went over, one on the left and the other on the right, supporting the tree.
The maid was free and said, "Miss Jiu'er, show it to Miss Qiao and I'll clean it up."
"Yeah." Feng Jiuer nodded, "Sit down."
Qiao Mu was helped onto the blanket and sat down.
Little Cherry took out a square towel and wiped Qiao Mu's sweat.
Feng Jiuer picked up her hand and placed his long fingers on her veins.
When Little Cherry saw this, her eyes widened and she looked at Feng Jiuer for a moment.
"Jiu'er, is it? Is it true? It's Ximai, isn't it?"
